Saturday, December 20, 2008

Torture Time in Tinsel Town.


This shocking photograph released today shows the recent torture of a Santa prisoner of war in a Snowman labour camp. Evidently, The Santas are forced to stand for days in a window and listen to country music christmas songs on strange devices that light up and cause involuntary checking of email. When asked about the Frosties, the Santas said "they are cold so cold". 7 news has also uncovered that The Frosties and The Snowmen are actually part of the same terror cell and aim to rid the world of alliteration. This is an aim that we at 7 news strongly object.

Up Next. . .

Blogging Bryan. Should he be allowed to do this?

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Frosties spotted off the coast of Maine

Frosties were spotted this weekend off of the coast of Maine.
Residents were concerned and on high alert after last weeks brutal
attack on The Santas. The Frosties however seemed to be in good
spirits.

Friday, December 12, 2008

Never Mind America

beans and sardines

vacant seas

employment time

long lines telephone bills sleeping pills serial kills

television

internet high speed tweaker crytal web meth browser

virus scans scams

diseases species

she walked down a long hallway only to find another long hall way and at the end of that hallway god spoke and said walk back

sometimes life is the best nightmare around

sometimes nothing is something and I can't even begin to understand sub concious ness

spell check motherfucker and what do you get

I don't know

try it

or are you too fucking lazy?

so many clicks away

its easier to click only once

the ocean washed away 500 000 people

next

before electricity people went to bed

never mind america

try something else.

Friday, December 5, 2008

Santa Slaughter on Somerville Streets. 7 News Exclusive.

More violence erupted today on the streets of Somerville Massachusetts, when a terrorist attack by "The Snowmen" killed 17 and wounded 50 more "Santa's", in what appears to be the bloodiest outbreak of violence in recent months of fighting. When asked for comment, The Snowmen replied "The Santas were harboring weapons of Mass Consumption and had to be stopped". We are warning you, the images that appear on this blog may not be suitable for children. Viewer discretion is strongly advised.








Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Music Connection "Hot 100" Unsigned Bands

Hey Look. I'm in Music Connections "Hot 100".



Music Connection is available at major booksellers or you can read the whole thing online here http://musicconnection.com

Monday, December 1, 2008

Change?

AP - President-elect Barack Obama picked a national security team headed by former campaign rival Hillary Rodham Clinton and Bush administration holdover Robert Gates on Monday, and said he wants to consult with military commanders before settling on a firm timetable to withdraw U.S. combat troops from Iraq.

Simple

"Though the entire song is based on only four simple chords, (A minor, C, F, and G), it is considered to have a unique structure and sound, making it a top hit" - Wikipedia

Monday, November 17, 2008

Video from Oswego.

This is from the pre-show, midnight, house-jam, with Bread and Roses, Vessel, Jeff Rowe, and Goodnight Neverland. Oswego NY. Beardfest. November 2008. P.S. Its a hookah.


Don't Terrorize Me


100 Cigarettes

Viva Oswegas










Oswego is a town in upstate NY, near Canada and on a great lake. They get an obscene amount of snow up there and they have a real appreciation of music. I was told by people that have played upstate that playing music there is awesome and after this weekend, I agree.
I went up with Vessel and Bread and Roses in the Bread and Roses Van. The ride up was hilarious. I didn't know these guys very well but quickly realized we were on the same page. We stayed with Goodnight Neverland, another awesome Oswego band who are also very nice. Which also means we got up there at 10pm on Friday and weren't playing til Saturday night, so we had an impromptu house show and traded songs and sing alongs til roughly 4 am.
After crashing on the floor in my sleeping bag, we got breakfast and hung out at the house for a while. This nice dude came over and bought all of us pizza which was also really nice. There are a lot of nice people up there. Either that or I met a lot of nice people.
So, The Show.
The lineup was. . .

Goodnight Neverland
Mayflower
Vessel
Colorwheels
Bryan McPherson
Bread and Roses

Everyone was awesome. Truly a kick ass bill. The energy was amazing. Goodnight Neverland tugs at an emotion in me that's very nostolgic and 'feel good' at the same time. Mayflower was a straight up, in your face, melodic, punk band. Vessel now has singer songwriter Jeff Rowe with them and they were foot stomping, fist pumpingingly awesome. Colorwheels was a lighter indie rockish outfit that I couldn't pay too much attention to because I was getting my stuff ready to play but also sounded very good.

My set,
Possibly the best show crowd-wise I ever played. Its an amazing feeling when you start playing and the place goes fucking nuts. I played solo and on the floor. People were crashing into me and it seemed like the whole place knew the words to my songs. A bunch of guys were right up front and screaming along with me. At one point I saw raised glasses crash in mid air and glass flew everywhere. The floor was soaked and I kept slipping around. My guitar got all fucked up and I had to stop the set a couple of times to address technical issues, which was a bummer, but shit happens. Eventually Jeff Rowe gave me his guitar and I finished the set with his. Thanks Jeff!

Bread and Roses finished off the night. They too were awesome. People were square dancing and singing along and having a great time. They were having such a good time that toward the end of their set Adam, the fiddle/saw player, was hoisted up and crowd surfed while continuing to play the fiddle. He also got "Viva Oswegas" tatooed on his knee before their set.

I'm not bullshitting. Probably one of the best, if not the best shows I've been involved in. Boston, its time to step up. The bar has been set.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Collect This! $^%#$%#$

The following is a myspace email correspondence with a complete stranger. His name is also Brian and he's from New York.

Brian: Hey there Bryan,
was just browsing the Bay State Rock website and saw that you'll be in studio tomorrow night with carm and Brian James. Just wanted you to know I'll be tuning in via the internet from NY and was wondering if you'll be recording the acoustic set.If so, would you be gracious enough to get me a copy as well?I'm a huge fan of all the bands that air on BSR and the acoustics are great, and would love to add yours to my collection.
~Brian~

Brian: Hey Bryan,
that acoustic was great last night. If you have a cd and want to send via mail, my address is below. Just let me know if you want comp for time spent/shipping costs....I'd be more than happy to oblige.

Brian

Brian Noname
19 &&^$$ ave
Blablabla, ny
00000
*just let me know if/when it was sent so I'll know to keep an eye out

Brian: Hey there Bryan,
just writing for an update on that acoustic I inquired about a few weeks ago.
Did you get the copy/my mailing address?

Brian


Bryan: Hey man,
I'm not going to be releasing the whole set. I will be posting 2 songs on the web for free download in the coming week. I will let you know when I have them up. Thanks for your interest!

Bryan

Brian: Are you going to be releasing the rest afterwards, or not at all?
I'm pretty much a collector of the entire acoustic, not segments, which just getting one or two songs doesn't do me much help.
Which is also what I remembered you saying you would send to me, but whatever.........

Bryan: Well that's flattering .

Bryan: Actually, go fuck yourself!

Brian: wow, forwarding this to my pal Carmelita....very classy dude

Bryan: Go for it. Let me know if you want your house painted in the meantime or perhaps some yardwork.


The End.

So this is the actual conversation. Myspace deletes sent messages after 14 days so I don't have my initial response to this guy. I know that I was hesitant and slightly annoyed at the request. I was advised that maybe I should just send the guy a copy out of goodwill, karma etc... After the show, which went really well and was a general good time, I decided I would just release 2 of the 4 tracks onto the web for free download. 1 is an unreleased song and the other I wasn't happy with the performance. Unfortunately, that wasn't enough to satisy this "collector".

Saturday, November 8, 2008

Rot in hell MBTA.

Rot in hell for eternity. You miserable, rude, making me late motherfuckers and all of your miserable, rude, making me late motherfucking employees can rot in hell too.
Dan Grabauskas MBTA general manager, I hope you die slowly of thirst in a desert surrounded by the terrorists you constantly remind me of, who only laugh at you and shoot you periodically with squirt guns. "See something say something?" See this Dan. FUCK YOU.

P.S. Closing the T at 12:22 in a "major" city is laughable, an embarassment, and a major inconvenience. This is a city where the bars are open until 2am, with strict drunk driving laws and a public transportation that closes at 12:20. How many people have to die before you piece of shit hacks get your heads out of your asses.

Long live Bikes.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Yesterdays Boston Globe


I'm in the Boston Globe and I'm smiling! I had no idea.

Monday, November 3, 2008

From The Regent Theatre. Photo's by Jon Cohan.




Some pics from the "Celebrating Belushi" fundraiser.

This is from Jim Sullivan.

We remember when John Belushi died. We remember how, with whom, and the long dark shadow it cast. We remember Robert Woodward's horrible book, how it miscast everJohn Belushiything known about Belushi - comedy, taking risks, rock 'n' roll, and drug use and abuse. A catastrophic misreading of something rock people understood, entertained and battled with. We remember a joyous, raucous Belushi crashing into the backstage area at the Paradise when Black Flag played there - Belusi, a Blues Brother on stage, but a punk at heart. And when he overdosed, we remember that hollow feeling we had - we was grasping for ultimate, if wrongheadeded, pleasure, to dull the pain (the boredom, the routine?). How do some escape and others succumb? These thoughts resurface in contemplating Right Turn's Third annual "Celebrating John Belushi" show at Regent Theatre in Arlington Saturday Nov. 1 at 7:30. Right Turn is the organization founded by ex-Del Fuegos drummer Woody Geissmann, that helps addicts turn their lives around, especially addicts who have some artistic gifts. (The Rolling Stones support Woody's cause, and, in fact, have hired him to "protect" them on the road in recent years.) There's irony, of course, in an event that celebrates Belushi being a straight, no-drink and no-drugs event, but irony abounds everywhere, and you have to think had Belushi got sober this is where he'd be now.
At the Regent Theatre, the comedy will be provided by Mike Prior, Tony V and Jack Lynch, with music by the Right Turn Orchestra (a lot of in-recovery celeb-rockers could show up here) and special appearances by Belushi's widow, Judy Belushi Pisano, and Bunny Lake along with penetrating singer-songwriter Bryan McPherson.
http://www.jimsullivanink.com/content/view/1284/43/"


via http://bryanmcpherson.blogspot.com

Friday, October 31, 2008

Live Clips from The Alchemist Lounge 10/30

Got some live clips from The show at The Alchemist with The Pick Up Gangsters.

Don't Terroize Me


Angel In The Snow


Black Man

Monday, October 27, 2008

9 dollar doughnuts.

Today I went to Starbucks.
At the register they were selling a box of mini donuts for 9 dollars. 9 dollars for mini donuts. Is this the world we live in now? These donuts are not even fresh! They are packaged and shipped and probably frozen at some point. For some reason this really pissed me off. Maybe its because I'm broke. Maybe its because the people working there would have to work for an hour and a half to afford these donuts. Maybe its because everything that is happening in and to this country right now we deserve. Why? Because we find it totally acceptable to buy a 5 dollar coffee and 10 dollar donuts. Maybe its time we found out how difficult life can really be.

2am-ish

I find myself awake at this time often. Usually, I would rather be sleeping.
I started my day off with my 26th Bikram Yoga class in a row. For the last 26 days I have practiced everyday. For those of you who don't know, it is not what most people think of when they think of yoga. The temperature in the room varies from 100 to 115 degrees on average and humidity up to 90 %. The class is an hour and a half long and very dificult. The first time I thought I would die. It was the most intense physical experience I ever had. The endorphin rush and "Yoga magic" that occurs is amazing. I have been hooked on it ever since.
After that it was off the rehearse with The Pickup Gangsters for the Alchemist gig on Thursday. It went well and I'm very lucky to have such talented musicians playing with me. W e played for about 2 hours. I then headed home to change my rusty strings. I'm surprised they made it that long. These strings survived 3 long rehearsals and 2 gigs. I usually change them before every show but sometimes I push the limit. String cost adds up after a while. You dig?
Finally after stopping at my Moms in Dot it was off to WAAF to play an acoustic set on Carmelita's Bay State Rock Show. Truly an honor. I remember when I was a kid listening to WAAF and trying to time it just right, so I could hit record on my tapedeck and get "18 and Life" by Skid Row on tape. Yes, I am not afraid to admit that. I still stand by my claim that that is a good song. "I Will Remember You" is as well. You dig?
The set went well enough. On "OFD" my voice cracked and it was a slight train wreck. I blame the yoga and the rehearsal. DAMN YOU!!! That will never see the light of day if I can do anything about it ;) The other 3 songs went well though. I played "Poor Boy", "3 Stories From a Triple Decker" and "My Disease". "My Disease" is a new song. I'll prolly post the 3 on the Intranet for your listening pleasure. Carmelita and her staff were all very nice and it was a good experience. Now I am home and slighly wired and its after 2am now. . . I think. . .

End of Blog.

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Lineup for 10/30 at The Alchemist

The lineup for 10/30 at The Alchemist

Drums, John Cohan
Bass, Richard O'connell
Mandolin, Keith Cornelia
Guitar, Harmonica, Vocals, Me

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Dreaming Florida Steet. F.S.P.

I grew up next to Florida Street and next to Templeton St. It is said that they changed the name of Templeton to change the reputation. They changed it to Monsignor Lydon way. Is that Catholic? So much for the reputation.
On Florida Street there were these apartment buildings and there was always a lot of crazy shit going on there. People would put their stereo in the window and blast N.W.A. out onto the street at like Midnight, on a Tuesday! Low riders with "local motion" stickers and purple lights shining on the ground would cruise around blaring Latin music at like 2 am. Dogs roamed free without leashes and crapped on the sidewalks. Up the street was the endless Dorchester Ave, with the Irish bar on every corner, liquor stores in between, scattered Chinese take-out restaurants, pizza shops, and Catholic churches. Kids were everyhere.
Back to Florida street
When I was like 10 years old I got "jumped" right out in front. 3 kids came out of nowhere and grabbed me. 2 held me and one punched me in the stomach. I have no memory as to why this happened. Perhaps it was because I lived 20 yards away and I wasn't from the same building. I don't know. I struggled free and ran away. Next thing I know my aunt is in the building with my mother banging on the door of this kids apartment. The woman let them in and my aunt scared the shit out of her. Family.
Last night I had a dream that I was walking through the Florida street apartment buildings and they were very nice and clean. They were now Luxury condo's with "green" energy. The people had little dogs on leashes and they picked up their crap. There were no children anywhere. They were graduates of nice colleges with high paying jobs. They used phrases like "thats ghetto" when refering to saltine crackers. They drove mini coopers and hybrid cars and saw "films". They raised eyebrows at Boston accents and exchanged nervous looks between eachother when amongst a "local". They put up "Resident Permit" parking signs so you could only park there with a special sticker and they called the police when the music was too loud.
I kept thinking about how much I missed the way it used to be. I guess sometimes things change for the better or for the worse.
Then again, it was only a dream. . .

Sunday, October 12, 2008

2:30am in Dorchester.

Its more violence. In the last 2 days I have seen 2 fistfights already. There must be something in the air. Maybe Fall in New England. Maybe just New England.
There is a party spilling onto the street.
There are people in the street and they are yelling.
Girls are yelling. Boys are yelling. Black people are yelling. White people are yelling. Spanish people are yelling. Polish people are yelling.
"I should just shoot this Motherfucker"
"Should I pull on him?"
"Should I pull on him?"
Thats my cue to duck into my apartment.
The last ting I need tonight is to get fucking shot. Seriously.
I never called the cops.
I never heard gunshots.
The voices got quiet and the people moved on.
I tried to sleep.

Sunday, October 5, 2008

Dawn of the Dead.

I'm watching Dawn of The Dead.
I've seen the original like 850 times.
I'm watching the new one.
I've seen this one like 50 times.
For some reason movies about zombies taking over the world relax and comfort me. What can I say? I'm weird.
Played a gig tonight.
It was another gig.
I was nervous about it.
Sometimes I get more nervous than other times. My parents were there, so I was nervous about that. Its a quiet room where everyone pays attention and there's no loud noise, or bottles clanging, or red sox games, where people start cheering in the middle of a song.
The turnout was less than I usually get there.
I try to focus on the people who were there and not the people who weren't.
I try not to care.
You play enough gigs and you have to not care, because if you do, its too painful.
It was a fun night though. Mark Lind played as well. He played with Britney Grey singing and they pulled it off nice. I enjoyed there set and sat around digesting my Chinese food.
Word of advice.
Unless starving, try to hold off on heavy/greasy food before singing your heart out. Its not a good time for indigestion.
So I played a handful of new songs.
I'm excited about them and look forward to an opportunity to record them. I figure something will come up. When I write songs, ways of recording them turn up. Its the way dude.
So what am I doing writing in this stupid blog? I don't know. . .Gathering my thoughts?
I've seen this movie like 50 times and I have nothing better to do.
Sleep has been a stranger these days. the change of the season or something. Haven't fealt too comfortable. I'm not looking forward to another Boston winter and I'm sick of my threats to move. If I move, I'm going to Austin texas. Austin Texas baby.

Monday, September 29, 2008

Mom!




I call this photograph

Mom! Stop Embarrassing Me in Front of My Friends!

So I was walking to the beach a while back and saw this lady screaming at the police and giving them the finger for no apparent reason. I thought it was pretty awesome so I asked her if I could take her picture.

Sunday, September 28, 2008

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Killing time.

Today is one of those days you can smell the ocean from my apartment.
That is what I like about living around here.

What I don't like about living here is people often don't let you cross the street.

I went and got coffee.

I'm drinking it.

Richard the bass player is picking me up.

Woody is playing drums tonight.

We had one rehearsal. Last night.

It was fun.

This blog is very simple and factual and is being used solely as a means of killing time.

25 minutes to go. Better think of something interesting to say.

Last night I ate a shark. I pulled him out of the ocean by his tail and bit right into him. He resisted for a while, then gave in to his horrific death. I said "Take that Shark. How does it feel?" I ate him right there on Carson beach. I had to fight the seagulls off of me.

Tonight I ate tofu.

20 minutes to go.

Nothing else to say.

Sunday, September 21, 2008

Peek A Boo, by Daniel Johnston

When I'm down, really down,
Nothin' matters. Nothin' does.
I close my eyes, go to sleep.
But I can't sleep. I can't sleep.

Please hear my cry for help, and save me from myself.

Junior High I lost my mind.
I don't know why. It's a terrible thing.
Since that day it's been a struggle
Trying to make sense out of scrambled eggs.

Please hear my cry for help, and save me from myself.

I painted a bar and I never got paid,
In a town where everyone was unemployed.
I was locked in on Easter day.
All I had to eat was a piece of bread.

When I got home my mother said
"You're a lazy bum and that's how come
You suffer like that and you'll starve
All your life. All your life."

Spoken just like it was a curse,
But it didn't really sound so bad.
I like to make things up,
It's the healthiest thing that I do.

But I'm tired
From being kidnapped
By a dark wolf that would
Do me in.

Please hear my cry for help, and save me from myself.

I'm just saying how I feel.
Maybe you could try to understand.
I'm a man who needs you.

When I'm down, really down
Nothin' matters. Nothin' does.
I close my eyes to go to sleep,
But I can't sleep. I can't sleep.

You can listen to these songs,
Have a good time and walk away.
But for me it's not that easy.
I have to live these songs forever.

Please hear my cry for help, and save me from myself.

- Daniel Johnston

Monday, September 15, 2008

Bad Day

I thought I was having a bad day, until I stumbled upon a truly bad day.

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Politics and Pro Wrestling

When I was a kid all these other kids watched "Pro Wrestling" These wrestlers would talk a lot of shit into a camera and the crowd would cheer them on, then the other guy would talk a bunch of shit and the crowd would cheer them on. Then they would get into a ring and "fight". All the while the whole fucking thing is rigged and the outcome predetermined. Why would anyone watch this shit? I have no clue. Even at 6 years old I didn't get it. I always thought it was stupid and obviously fake and rigged. I tried to watch it. I tried to believe it. I tried to find the quality and truth in it. I did not find it. So, I was alienated and ostracized from the Pay Per View Wreslemania club from that point on. No I did not miss it.
Now its 2008. I'm no longer 6 years old and I'm watching these National Conventions. Where 1 politician talks a bunch of shit and the crowd cheers him on. Then another Politician talks a bunch of shit and the crowd cheers them on. Then they have an election to determine the winner. All the while the whole thing is rigged and the outcome is predetermined. To think that you have any say in this bullshit television show is merely an illusion. Dream on.

Friday, September 5, 2008

If I wasn't broke I'd be broke

I don't want to do anything today
Everything i pick up, i put down.
I live on heat street with the laundry mats
They are building luxury lofts down the street.
This generation of irony is nauseating.
I live on heat street
and the concrete scalds calloused fingers scraping looking digging for something to do with the time
unsatisfied
walking
sun
burning
red
tiles melting on the wood paneling in 1974
baby
This money
If I had money I'd spend it and have none
having fun
glorious fun
down highways and bi-ways on landscapes so beautiful my eyes cum and I'm blinded
once again in the sun
Burning
on a beach filled with cigarettes and bottle caps and people playing radios playing pop songs and they leave it up loud even during the commercials and the jelly fish swim away to eat the shit somewhere else and nobody is even swimming here anyways.

Thursday, September 4, 2008

Sunday, August 31, 2008

Beaches and bonfires

Beaches and bonfires

Back in Maine for a few days. Eating large quantities of good food,
swimming in the ocean, going on adventures, and playing music. Good
times.

Friday, August 29, 2008

Yuppies.

I'm in a coffee shop. I'm reading the news and drinking coffee. Eating toast.

There is a older man in a Red Sox jersey next to me talking to another guy.

"I'm old school South Boston. There are no values today. Huh? No, not property values. Moral values. No moral values. Yeah. Yuppies? Yuppies took over Southie. They ruin everything. They destroy everything".
Are you a yuppie?
"Me?" I say
"No, I grew up in Dorchester. That makes me not a yuppie."
"What part?" he says
"St. Marks. Near Fields Corner."
He says OK.
I say OK.

Dodged that bullet. Had I been a yuppie I may not have made it out of there alive.

Thursday, August 28, 2008

Johnny D's

Live from Johnny D's.
8/27/08

Bryan McPherson
Women in Docs

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

There goes the neighborhood

The Weekly Dig wrote about the neighborhood I live in this week.
There goes the neighborhood.

http://www.weeklydig.com/department-commerce/yelpstop/200808/jfk-umass-red-line

Election


People ask me what I think of the election?
I say that I try not to.

Does anyone really think about the election?
Or does everyone sort of just wait for whats being served and then choose, like on a menu.
eeney miney fucking moe.

One candidate picked by one group of rich people and corporations , versus another candidate picked by another group of rich people and corporations

and they are all sleeping together.

I will not pretend to have any faith in politics.

I will vote for this dog. He's a nice dog. I've met him a few times. I know him personally and I trust him.

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Kings Chapel


Kings Chapel.

Denby St. Allston.

Sunday, August 24, 2008

12 hours in Maine

Its today.
My eyes are tired and I have a mean caffeine hangover from the 10 diet cola's and 1 redbull I drank last night.
Bang bang bang. The floor is shaking and these earplugs don't absorb the heavy bass that's booming from my walls.
I'm sick of shitty apartments and shitty jobs.
My landlord is renovating her house on the weekends.
She leaves on the weekend so she doesn't have to listen to this shit.
I got home from Maine at 330 am and the banging stared at 9. Its pretty disruptive of sleep! Other than that I like this apartment. Its small, but its boat living baby. I live on a boat. Its a boat built on the ground a quarter mile from the ocean and attached to a house. Ok its a small apartment but I pretend its a boat.

Had a show in Portland Maine last night at Geno's Rock Club.
I'm told that the club is in the old time red-light district, although there are no more strip clubs or hookers. Portland's got a cool scene as far as the strip there on Congress Street goes. They have an art gallery and live music can be heard outside on the street in the distance.
Since I was playing in Maine I left in the morning and headed up to Ogunquit to visit my friends Ben, his fiance` Caitlan and his mom Isabel. I have cool interesting friends.
Ben and his mom are both talented photographers and Caitlan is an incredible painter.
Bens mom Isabela is also the towns leading enviornmentalist and has done alot of work in those parts to save some creatures and some beauty. They live in this big barn. It was actually built like a barn, but was never used as barn. Its also built right in front of their old house, which is now falling apart and covered by brush, its gotta be cool to look in your backyard and see a house covered by brush. In the middle of the floor up to the watch tower is a space that opens up for ventalation. It also looks really cool. The house is covered in Art. Its everywhere. Its also full of instruments and other random neat things. They should charge admission to go in there and poke around. So I made it there around 1, we had some lunch and headed to the beach, which is conveniantly located about 60 seconds away by foot. Its pretty crowded there, but a nice beach. Walked around, got some sun had me some soft served. Saw a lifeguard rescue 2 people who were getting swept away by a mean current, and then headed back to the crib. Ben cooked up his special chicken we bought some fresh corn and had a little feast in the yard under some heavy tree coverage. With the bottle of wine on the table, cigarette smoke and general bohemian atmosphere I fealt like I was in France. I have never been to France, but its how I imagine it. Grateful for the visit with my friends and with a full belly I jumped in the car and took off for Portland.
Portland was great because every time I play there it is 5 degrees. Its nice to go up there in the summer when everyone isn't frozen or locked inside.
I was on the bill with Lost Cause Desperado's and All Night Chemist. I enjoyed both of their sets.
I played with Penny on drums and I have to say we kicked ass. Was a great set, great sound and a cool crowd. We had some dancing girls cutting up the rug to the last 3 songs(Angel in The Snow,Don't Terrorize Me and Black Man). Its pretty cool seeing people dance to those songs! I hung around for the night and headed out around 1230, stopped for a greassy burger down by the water and hit the road. I dragged my tired ass into bed at around 4 and here I am. Its bang bang bang banging on the floor.
Next weekend MY APARTMENT is getting renovated and I'm going back up to maine for a couple of days.
Word.

Friday, August 22, 2008

Holes in my shoes again.

I have holes in my soles.
Lets hope for sunny days.

Harvard Square is Dip-Shit City

Ok, so I'm blogging from my shnazzy phone. What is the world coming to?

Harvard square.
I'm on my bike riding down mass ave with the flow of traffic. Suddenly, directly on front of me is a maniacal young girl wobbling on her bike, against the flow of traffic, listening to headphones and headed straight for me. Listening to headphones on a bike seems like a good idea, until your squished underneath a Mac truck because you didn't hear it coming. Also, riding in the street against the flow of traffic on mass ave is the equivalent of driving on the wrong side of the road. Combine that with the headphones and its like driving on the wrong side of the road blindfolded.
Luckily I passed by and escaped uninjured. I don't know what happened to the girl.

Harvard square.
I'm in my fav Vietnamese harvard square restaurant
Rocking some Pho at the bar when someone comes in and orders spring rolls to go. "do you want them fried or not fried?" the bartender says
"fried" the person replied.
5 minutes go by.
The person blurts out, "actually, can I get those not fried?"
The bartender rolls her eyes. We are all lucky she didn't bring a machine gun to work today.

Harvard square
I'm in the grass in the park at Grendel's, laying down taking a break in between my hot yoga and my day job. A confused European approaches me. He says "I'm looking for my car. I parked it I'm front of a house with a flag in front of it. The flag has stars on it. Do you know where that is?"
I turn my head like a dog and say"hmm, do you know the street name?
He says no.
I say,"do you know any shops it was near?"
He says no.
I say, I don't know. Good luck.
He says thank you and walks on.
He was very polite

This all really happened.

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

The last 24 hours Part 1 and 2.

Part 1 of the last 24 hours

So i was heavily advised to go to this all ages show lat night in JP to see Defiance Ohio. Ok, this band kicked ass. I bought 2 of their cd's for 12 bucks. Deal.
The energy in the room was intense and everyone there was singing along. There were a few announcements that the floor might collapse from the stomping and jumping and dancing and it really did start to feel like it may collapse. Anyways, awesome show. Check em out.
Its really really really cool to go to an all ages show. Especially to see a band like this. It kind of reminded me of the first time I saw Avail. Brought me back to the days when all I went to were all ages shows and people weren't all old and jaded. No offense old and jaded people.
Speaking of old and jaded.
I got home and watched Hysteria, the Def Leopard Story. Don't ask me why.

Part 2 of the last 24 hours.

I wake up. I'm tired. I'm foggy.
I go get coffee at the coffee place.
I'm in line.
Who is in front of me?
Matty V. Boston firefighter.
Matty V says, "Guess who just walked in, Bryan McPherson OFD"
I go "yup. Whats up Matty?" and rub my eyes
He's on his cell phone talking to someone.
He goes "I'm talking to Mike Mcolgan"
Mike Mcolgan of The Street Dogs and original singer of The Dropkick Murphy's. (He's from Dorchester. I'm from Dorchester.)
They are friends.
Now, I grew up and came of age with that early Dropkicks shit. The first 2 records and the seven inches etc. . .I am also a fan of The Street Dogs.
So I'm like, "No shit"
Then he puts me on the phone with him!
So I start bumbling and mumbling about how I like the street dogs and whatever and we trade small talk, etc. . He's telling me about the shows they are doing with The Mighty Mighty Bosstones, NOFX, Bouncing Souls. Then The girls at the coffee shop start demanding my order and I just stammer and give the phone back to Matty and get my coffee and start to wake up. Then I feel like an idiot because I got all star struck. But then again, its not everyday you get to talk to one of your heroes while half asleep, in line at a coffee shop, on a cell phone in Dorchester.